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Her laugh rippled like thrown glass. "I never draw maps. I make signs."

We cut the current by the ruined mill and drifted beneath sycamores. She reached out and touched the bark, whispering a name I didn't know; the tree's leaves sighed and loosened a shower of tiny, paper moths that glowed briefly and then dissolved into river smoke. I should have been startled, but I only laughed until the sound made the water tremble. i raf you big sister is a witch new

When she was a dot against the bright line of land, the water behind her shimmered and let out a long, low sound—like a bell struck under glass. The ribbon in my hand cooled. Somewhere upstream a heron unfolded itself and flew. The town lights blinked awake and the sky embroidered itself with the first small stars. Her laugh rippled like thrown glass

I Raft You, Big Sister Is a Witch

"You always thought you were in charge," she said, and her eyes—earth and storm—were full of a tenderness that made my jaw unclench. "You built your life like a fortress. Do you remember when you forbade me from climbing the attic, said I'd break something fragile?" She reached out and touched the bark, whispering